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Travel Blogs from Les Deux-Alpes
... cloud with dropping temperatures.
He took a glance to the heavens and shook his head, No No!, not today, come back tomorrow!
We took a drive up the road. It was basically free of cyclists bar a few crazy souls, one guy was trying to descend and basically slowing to a stop at the hairpins, to avoid sliding out. The poor bugger had 21 hairpins to deal with to make the bottom unscathed.
At the summit we visited the bike shop and the owner (a pommie) told us ...
... wonderful villages up near the top that mainly service the ski traffic in winter and summer hikers. Two km from the summit of Col du Mollard is one such village, Albiez-Montrond. It can been seen in the pic from the summit view and where I filled my bidons.
I descended the other side of the climb and started with and Italian rider who I left behind a few k's down. He caught up at the bottom in the town of St Jean and said in broken ...
... reasonable gradient as it left St Michel behind.
The descents were frightening and bloody cold, especially from the top of Col de Beau Plan with visibility at about five metres above 1000m. It was a bit of a shock when a deer darted out in front of me. I had my full winter gear on and it was barely enough.
We are off for dinner soon in St Michel then tomorrow two TDF climbs are on the agenda.
... a great place to base so when we come back again that would be my choice. Our hotel has Col markers for sale of the famous climbs, I was quickly told by the manager that I have to earn them before purchasing. Oooh! very protective of their little markers.
On the plus side the weather will improve over the next two days and feel more like summer again by Sunday. Too wet to do much except wash the bike and polish off a bottle of red tonight.
Tomorrow is the Col Du ...
... a bit disappointing really and had us wishing for the breakfast we'd become so accustomed to. I made a mental note not to joke about the breakfasts any more. There were two table fulls of 60'ish year old Netherlanders that were deafeningly loud, proving the theory of the Belgium folks that we'd met the evening before.
As we made our way back to the room, Connie pointed out an interested fact. She was too short to kick ...